If only I could run away,I would.But I have no choice,this is my shelter which I call HOME.
Dad's yellin,Mum's yellin and crying.Im here,crying like a baby.Dont know who to turn to.
I heard the sound of broken glasses.Guess its a bye bye to the vase at the hall.
I hate my dad.He always find a reason to pick up a fight and make this house into a battlefield.
I dont know where my sister is.I really need her.I need to hug someone and cry right now.
I'm in a midst of the breaking point.
Seeing that old photo just make things worse.
Can we like at least be a FAMILY for once?
But I know,I have to pretend that everythings ok and my life is doing fine.
Well,I shouted to my parents just now.
I know I shouldnt say it but I can't help it.
Fighting everday wont solve the problem.
I really cant stand it living in this house.Its more like a place for me to sleep,study,rest.
Not a place I can really call HOME.
Oh thanks mum and dad,you make me feel like an unwanted child.
I just hope you would come to my funeral one day.










*I dont want love to destroy me like it destroy my family